The Boss Komik Novels & Stories

Why didn't he notice boss is coming? The room temperature suddenly dropped, and the boss is standing behind him. Jack has no time to turn off the computer. The Warlord eyes fell on the screen and his eyes flashed on two figures on the photo, and his handsome face suddenly became cold. He smirk sarcastically. "Boss, I..." "Get off!" Warlord kicks Jack away, sits on the assistant's seat, swipes the mouse, and starts browsing the anonymous post. The more he looks down, the more gloomy his face becomes.

ANNA’S POV Boss ended the call with that same infuriating smirk on his lips….calm, relaxed, amused. He never looks angry. He never raises his voice. But don’t let that smile deceive you. The devil at least warns you before he drags you to hell. Boss doesn’t. He dropped the phone beside him and exhaled, a thick puff of smoke filling the room, the heavy scent of tobacco crawling into my lungs. The smoke curled above his head like a crown….fitting for a man who ruled over monsters.

And my rank's too low to meet the boss. Rachel was at a loss for words. "Seriously? You don't even know a thing. Are you playing with us?" Bob flashed a wry smile and mumbled, "Your Highness, I'm not someone important. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to be stuck in this remote place, either." "What's your organization's name?" "Poker." Zayn scoffed and quipped, "What's your boss called, then? Don't tell me he's the Joker." Bob nodded, saying, "Our boss is indeed the Joker."

"That's our boss. He's been showing up for a few months now. And the man behind him has been managing the company with his two secretaries." Again, another woman chimed in, responding to her friend's comment. "So, he is our boss for real?" One woman nodded. "Oh my God, why does our boss hide himself? But is he even human? How can someone be so handsome?" "I agree, the boss must not be human. He's a god. Look at his face, oh my God. If I had to choose between ten men or our boss, I'd definitely pick Mr. Demitri."

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX

Button Boss was one of the biggest fashion companies in the US, and it was even well-known abroad in the last decade. This company had been around for half a century, and that was the reason why it had been able to gain the trust and love of the people. Button Boss specialized in men's fashion. They produced clothes, shoes, and even bags designed for men. However, unlike other brands in the same field, Button Boss was quite bold in its color choices. Other men's fashion brands mostly used dark colors for their products, but Button Boss often used bright colors for their products.

They get to me and one slap me What's your name he scream at me Boss : Jay-Z , king Kong leave her They leave me Boss : what just happened I remember all what happened clearly Jasmine : the first guy takes three steps cause he is on rage for me not to reply you and the second takes four cause he is less on rage than him , the first guy slapped me with a little release in his strength maybe just to scared me you called them and they both takes four four step back now thier not angry and they are expecting what you will do and now all you do next is to asked me question Boss : woww the doctor is right her brain is not ordinary Jasmine: please what's my name Boss : you're the queen the blood fo

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "With your body, I was actually worried you couldn't take it." My face burst into flames again. This man—the Boss who terrorized Mafia executives and ended lives with a single word. When talking about this with me, he sounded... worried? I shook my head to snap out of the weird flutter in my chest. No. I couldn't let him off easy. I was going to pay him back tenfold for how he humiliated me today. I took a deep breath and typed furiously.

“You will keep your seats. You will keep your power. The city will think it is purging itself of corruption, and you will nod along, smiling like saints. But every word you speak, every law you sign, every judgment you deliver will be for me. Quietly, invisibly and efficiently.” He gestured towards the envelopes of cash. “You will also be richer than before. But more importantly—you will be safe. Because I know your secrets, and I know your enemies. And I am smarter than Kroos. I am sharper than Marquez. I do not play to be seen. I play to win.” A long silence followed. The officials shifted uneasily, weighing their options, testing the edges of escape in their minds. But each of them knew t